Once I got home mom and Chris helped me out so much. From the 26th on my husband was trying to get home. He got delayed because of rain. He got delayed because he didn't get cleared. He got delayed because the base SUCKS! Then I finally got word that he would be state side the next morning. I got VERY excited and anxious. I knew that I would have way too much anxiety at the airport so I had to put Trace in my Moby wrap when we got there. Then I saw his plane land. I had a sign, mom and Chris had flags and the video camera. We went to stand at the end of security. There were other people waiting and they all looked at the sign and the baby. Each one of them said that they were happy that they were going to be able to see our reunion. -Trace was 5 days old- As I looked down the walk way through security I could see a guy in ACUs. Thats when I lost it. I was shaking and crying. Really I can't even explain the way I was feeling. And I think that only the people that have been through it will ever be able to understand me completely. Then I feel his arms around me and I totally lost it. I was sobbing. Everyone around us was clapping. I finally quit shaking enough to take Trace out of the Moby wrap and hand him to my husband. Let me tell you, that was the best thing I have ever seen. Those of you that don't know my husband, he is not an emotional person AT ALL. And I could see him welling up a little bit. After about 5 minutes of standing there and just taking everything in we decide that both of us can walk again and we head home.
My husband was home for 15 days. It was a great 15 days.
When we took him to the airport to leave Trace and I went through security with him. Once again, everyone was so nice to us. I did a good job and didn't cry until it was really time for him to board the plane. He was one of the last ones, there was a line in the jetway and the guy at the gate said, "You have a few more minutes. I'm not going to rush you at all." So we stood there, him holding Trace and an arm around me holding me as close as he could. Of course I was crying and shaking (again). Then it was time. Our last kisses. Our last, "I love you. I'll miss you. Don't forget about me. and Stay safe." And he was on the plane. I stood there with Trace until his plane left. Off I went, back out through security, and home.
We are now on the downward side of the deployment and I am getting use to him being gone again. Thank goodness I have Trace here to kiss all of the time. He takes up most of my day so that helps the days go by faster. But it's still tough. Soon enough I will have my little family back together. But for now, I have my mom and Chris to help me. (I will never be able to do anything to repay them for all that they have done already for me, Trace, and my husband. I love you both more than you know!)
Saturday, July 23, 2011
So much has happened pt. 1
Well, I will start with my last doctor's visit. It was June 22nd and the doc checked me and then said the famous last words, "You should be good for another week or two." So I went away thinking, "Well, I can do a week and a half no problem then." Thursday, Friday, and saturday were spent cleaning. Friday and Saturday Mom, Chris, and I spent most of the day cleaning the Lani. By that I mean we moved everything and scrubbed the floor, organized, and put stuff back. (If you've ever seen the lani you would understand that this is a HUGE job). Not to mention that it was hot as hell. Both days I ended up in the pool to cool down and just relax. Saturday night we made Nick's sloppy joes, which were SO good.
-Minor back story- from the 22nd on, every morning and night I would write an email to the hubby that only had words in the subject line, "No labor yet."
I got into bed Saturday night and was texting my father-in-law. As I just about fell asleep I remembered to e-mail the hubby and said, "No labor yet." The got up to use the restroom. As I am standing there washing my hands, after I peed, something is not right. I feel like I am peeing on myself. I said to myself, "I just went to the bathroom, I didn't sneeze (those of you other mom's know what I am talking about), what the hell...OH S**T! My water broke!" I go knock on mom's door and said, "I think my water just broke." Mom responds with, "are you sure?" I say, "Yeah!" and then I head back to the bathroom. On the way I grab my phone. I sit back down and I start to bawl. I do this for about 2 minutes because I am realizing that my husband will not be home for the birth of our first child. I call my friend Katie, I cry, and she helps me calm down (I'll never be able to repay her for the few words she had to say to me because it got me back into the frame of mind that I needed to be in). Then I call my doc, mind you, we had not discussed calling when I go into labor because I still have one or two weeks. The on call doc calls me back and tells me to go to the hospital. I grab my bag, mom and Chris get their's and we head to the hospital. After we get there and get all checked in and settled they decide to start me on pitocin, at this time I still had not felt a contraction. Once the pitocin got started (2am) the nurses tell me to try to get some sleep. I was too wound up to do that. All I could think about was, "What if he doesn't get the email and doesn't even know I'm in labor until Trace is born?" So I think about my options. Option 1- RED CROSS: we had been told to call the Red Cross to get the message that we were in labor and then our husband's would hopefully be on the next flight out. WRONG! The Red Cross proceeds to tell me that they don't make Labor Messages, only Birth Messages. I get PISSED. Option 2- Get ahold of all Army wives that I know and ask them to message their husband to get ahold of mine and tell him to call me ASAP. Option 2 worked! One of the wives, whose husband is with mine, email her hubby the message. He finally calls (6am). I tell him what is going on, he had just gotten back and was exhausted. At least he knew now. I'm able to sleep for about 15 minutes. 7am rolls around and I am starting to have to breathe through the contractions now. The nurses change out and the new ones come in. I ask them to check me because it had been a while since I was checked last. I was 5cm...ummm...time for the epidural. I get the epidural and feel great! Then I start to get a bad pain on my left side. The nurse checks me and says, "You're a little more than 8, but we will call the doc and see if he can reposition the epidural." Took the doc a little while, 45 minutes or so, and teh nurse checks me again before he gets there. The look on her face was so funny, she said, "Well, its too late, you're 10 and ready to push." She calls the OB and he gets there. As he is putting on his gear my hubby calls! The doc was so nice, not my doc and I had never even met this one. He talked to my hubby through the entire thing. I pushed for all of 13 mintues and Trace was out. My hubby got to hear the first cry. It was the next best thing to having him there with me. I felt great after. And honestly, I didn't feel a thing when I was pushing.
After a few hours I got sent to the post pardom side. All of the nurses were so funny. The couldn't believe that I was the one that gave birth. They all said that I looked so good and was in such a good mood that it couldn't have been me. In the 2 nights that I had to stay there I only had motrin one time, for some back pain, and they couldn't believe that either.
Finally I got to go home!
-Minor back story- from the 22nd on, every morning and night I would write an email to the hubby that only had words in the subject line, "No labor yet."
I got into bed Saturday night and was texting my father-in-law. As I just about fell asleep I remembered to e-mail the hubby and said, "No labor yet." The got up to use the restroom. As I am standing there washing my hands, after I peed, something is not right. I feel like I am peeing on myself. I said to myself, "I just went to the bathroom, I didn't sneeze (those of you other mom's know what I am talking about), what the hell...OH S**T! My water broke!" I go knock on mom's door and said, "I think my water just broke." Mom responds with, "are you sure?" I say, "Yeah!" and then I head back to the bathroom. On the way I grab my phone. I sit back down and I start to bawl. I do this for about 2 minutes because I am realizing that my husband will not be home for the birth of our first child. I call my friend Katie, I cry, and she helps me calm down (I'll never be able to repay her for the few words she had to say to me because it got me back into the frame of mind that I needed to be in). Then I call my doc, mind you, we had not discussed calling when I go into labor because I still have one or two weeks. The on call doc calls me back and tells me to go to the hospital. I grab my bag, mom and Chris get their's and we head to the hospital. After we get there and get all checked in and settled they decide to start me on pitocin, at this time I still had not felt a contraction. Once the pitocin got started (2am) the nurses tell me to try to get some sleep. I was too wound up to do that. All I could think about was, "What if he doesn't get the email and doesn't even know I'm in labor until Trace is born?" So I think about my options. Option 1- RED CROSS: we had been told to call the Red Cross to get the message that we were in labor and then our husband's would hopefully be on the next flight out. WRONG! The Red Cross proceeds to tell me that they don't make Labor Messages, only Birth Messages. I get PISSED. Option 2- Get ahold of all Army wives that I know and ask them to message their husband to get ahold of mine and tell him to call me ASAP. Option 2 worked! One of the wives, whose husband is with mine, email her hubby the message. He finally calls (6am). I tell him what is going on, he had just gotten back and was exhausted. At least he knew now. I'm able to sleep for about 15 minutes. 7am rolls around and I am starting to have to breathe through the contractions now. The nurses change out and the new ones come in. I ask them to check me because it had been a while since I was checked last. I was 5cm...ummm...time for the epidural. I get the epidural and feel great! Then I start to get a bad pain on my left side. The nurse checks me and says, "You're a little more than 8, but we will call the doc and see if he can reposition the epidural." Took the doc a little while, 45 minutes or so, and teh nurse checks me again before he gets there. The look on her face was so funny, she said, "Well, its too late, you're 10 and ready to push." She calls the OB and he gets there. As he is putting on his gear my hubby calls! The doc was so nice, not my doc and I had never even met this one. He talked to my hubby through the entire thing. I pushed for all of 13 mintues and Trace was out. My hubby got to hear the first cry. It was the next best thing to having him there with me. I felt great after. And honestly, I didn't feel a thing when I was pushing.
After a few hours I got sent to the post pardom side. All of the nurses were so funny. The couldn't believe that I was the one that gave birth. They all said that I looked so good and was in such a good mood that it couldn't have been me. In the 2 nights that I had to stay there I only had motrin one time, for some back pain, and they couldn't believe that either.
Finally I got to go home!
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